Lip Service by Gary Harkins

Lip Service

by Gary Harkins

Tree limbs are the lips that whisper the wind’s secret song

Sung softly for me at dawn, blowing me along– away

Yet I stay, even though this harbor isn’t safe from sinking

Thinking, I must have lost my way, waiting for my say

Now I’ve said it in words and tears– fears I won’t let find me

Won’t let feel me, immune in this room with a clear view inside

Of nothing– with nothing to hide– behind, I’ve quit trying to lie

About leaving grieving for another time– deceiving myself

About retrieving, what’s never been mine–listening to pines

In the early morning light, the breeze and branches playing

Repeating, what I’ve been saying

Paying……